Page 400 of Hell Hath No Fury
Her mouth opened to refute, but a voice I knew well suddenly growled over her phone, “Who thefuckis this?”
Green Eyes studied me. “The woman staring at your VP.”
The growl continued, “I. Will. Cut. Your. Throat.”
That man’s love for me made my smile grow. “Pops, settle.”
“Lynx?” he quickly replied as if scared to trust his ears.
I reached for the cell, but my arm didn’t cooperate and dropped back to my lap.
Green Eyes held the phone to my ear. That put her stunning face close to mine. Her long blonde hair, loose curls at the ends, hung over her shoulder.
Staring at her, I said, “Pops, mind being nice to my new friend?” I repeated her epically true words. “She’s all I got at the moment.”
My dad exhaled. “Lynx. Jesus H. Christ. Where are you?”
Green Eyes, so close, was striking. Absolutely breathtaking. At least that’s what I told myself when my lungs struggled to pull in new breaths.
Feeling the ends of her soft hair touching my thigh and resting hand, I curled them around my tired fingers. She didn’t stop me, just observed, as I answered my dad. “I have no idea where I am, but… I could use a ride.”
“Boy?” More concern came from him. “You alright?”
“Never better.” My thumb lazily stroked the hair around my finger.
With urgency, Green Eyes pulled the cell back to her ear. “Ready to talk tomenow?”
With her so close, I could hear my dad say, “You have my full attention. Location?”
“Devil’s Cave.”
Pops repeated the club’s name to one of my brothers, then asked Green Eyes, “How bad is he?”
“I’ve seen worse, but he’s paling.”
“He need a bus?”
Her attitude and direct answers told my dad he was speaking with someone with experience of “unusual’ trouble.
He was right. Her next answer was, “People with stab or bullet wounds usually do, but that kind of attention would get him killed right now. I have him hidden.”
“Can he ride?”
As I nodded yes, she said, “I presume you are speaking of a motorcycle?”
Pops huffed as if now doubting her smarts. “Uh, yeah. What the fuck doyouride?”
Green Eyes stared deep into mine… “Yachts.”
My skin went cold. This girl was handling my bullet wound and hiding me, andyachtswere her way of transportation? She had also mentioned the “Devil” not appreciating alphas in his playground.Where the fuck was I?
I think Pops was highly suspicious, too, because after listening to a whisper from a brother, he snarled, “I take it you have long blonde hair and you’re dripping gold?”
Normally, I was sharp, noticing every detail of my surroundings as I had been taught to. But in such bad shape, I had missed so much. Now, I was finally noticing her jewelry and attire. All of it screamed mad cash.
Our club had some money because of our ‘activities,’ but not the kind of money to which she was clearly accustomed.
My fingers slipped from the hair Pops was speaking of.
